This following story includes descriptions of sexual intercourse between
minors and adults. If offended by this, please do not continue.
Boys and Magic: Jasef
Written by GoldWyvern
GoldWyvern@hotmail.com
May 31, 1998
Chapter 1: First Meeting
My eyes scanned the crowd, taking in the expressions of the townsfolk
seated at tables before me. The looks didn't vary - they were trapped in
the tale I told, hardly even pausing in their enthrallment to take a bite
to eat or sip on warm beer. I gave a warm smile and continued on,
explaining the journey of a man seeking treasure in the high hills of
Frisier.
The story reached the high point, being in this tale the finding of
the treasure trove of the lost king Richand. I doubled the passion in my
voice, and for good measure added a trickling of a spell to embrace each
member of the audience. There were satisfied groans; they felt the triumph
I had intended to express to them.
The story reached its conclusion and I calmly took my seat,
indicating that I would not start another telling right away. The audience
accepted this with good grace and finished their meals.
"So tell me, great storyteller.... What brings you to these parts?"
A large man ladling steamy soup into my bowl spoke this. He was this inn's
owner, obvious by clothing slightly more formal than his employees were.
"Nothing important," I responded easily, "Just a quest to gather
new tales. I have always been partial to the countryside." I spooned some
soup into my mouth.
The innkeep accepted my explanation. "As is custom, the food and
the room are on the house. I hope however you will tell at least one more
tale before the night is through?"
I nodded my assent. Satisfied, the innkeep carried his serving bowl
to the next customer. I gazed around the room a bit, taking in the
atmosphere, enjoying the warmth of the fire and the smells of various foods
around me. There was some light conversation, the deep voices of the men,
and more high pitched one of the women. A heard of snatch of something that
caught my attention. A little more high-pitched than the rest, the voice of
a child. I followed it in and found the source, a young boy of about twelve
speaking with the innkeep at the kitchen door.
Despite my usual caution I could not help but stare. This boy was
the most beautiful child I had ever laid my eyes on, the kind that makes
your heart thump and a deep longing wrest your soul. I usually refer to
boys as 'cute' or pretty, but this was much more than that. He had an
almost aura around him that marked him different, special.
The dim light of the inn didn't reveal much of his features to the
common eyes, but then I had much more than common eyesight. I could see
that he was clothed very modestly, a pair of shorts and a ragged shirt,
usual wears for kitchen work. No shoes, they would not be needed in the
back. This left a lot of his body showing, and I was glad for that. I could
see the boy's chest revealed through the loose shirt, bare rounded
shoulders, lightly tanned, glistening with a small amount of perspiration.
The heat had reddened the boy's cheeks a bit, adding to the innocence of
him. Hair - I could not tell if it was brown or dirty blonde in the light -
fell enough over the face that a few strands touched a delicate nose.
He was looking down as the large innkeeper scolded him. I could not
tell what it was he was saying over the noise of the inn, but the boy
stopped trying to explain himself after a while, so I assumed whatever it
was he had either done it or was afraid to dispute the much larger man.
I shook my head; I did not like to see such things. There was
probably no more to the scene then a parent or employer scolding a child
for good cause, and although I did not agree with this method of teaching I
had neither the right nor the power to stop it. However, the thought still
remained. What if it were more than that, what if I had been looking a
child in an abusive situation? Again, probably not, but I did not know, and
that's what bothered me.
When the young serving boy had re-entered the kitchen I stood and
gave my last performance for the night. By the time I entered my room and
opened one of my books, nothing remained in my mind but the story I was
reading.
I became aware of a shadow in my doorway. I had left the door of
the room open to let the breeze blow through, so I was not surprised by
this intrusion. Many people assumed that an open door meant you were open
to conversation, and all wanted to talk to the storyteller.
However I must admit I was a little surprised by this visitor. The
serving boy I had seen earlier was framed in the doorway, still dressed in
his kitchen garb, one bare leg illuminated by my lamp. When he saw that I
was looking at him, he backed out quickly, look of apprehension in his
face.
"Wait," I called out softly to him. The boy stopped, peering meekly
into the room. Ah yes, his eyes were brown, I could see, but not quite.
Hazel, that's what they called it. When the eyes were brown but had strong
tint of some other color in them. His eyes actually shone of green beneath
the brown.
"What's your name," I asked, keeping my voice calm and reassuring.
"Jasef," came the response in an awed whisper. Suddenly he looked
around, as if he had come aware of where he was. "If Terin sees me
disturbing the customers -" Jasef took another step backwards.
I held up my hand, the smoothness of this action belaying the real
emotions I felt inside.
"No, it's quite all right, Jasef." I assured him, "You obviously
came here for a reason, and I have no objection to hearing what it is. If
your afraid someone were going to see you, the smartest thing to do would
be to get out of the hallway and close the door. At least, that's what I
would do." I pretended to go back to my reading, allowing the boy to make
the decision on his own.
The sound of the door clanking shut told me Jasef had made the
choice I'd hoped for. I lay my book down on the bed, and pulled myself on
to the edge to sit. I favored Jasef with a friendly smile and indicated to
the room's only chair, situated near the door.
"Now, young man, what is it I might help you with?" Although I said
this in a manner consistent with a grandfather speaking to a favored
grandson, my mind was working in a completely different direction. When
Jasef had sat, he had positioned himself in such a manner that I could see
almost all the way up his loose shorts. I was reeling from the shock, not
often one is able witness the smooth inner leg of a beautiful young boy.
It was too bad that he now held his knees close together in his unease.
As soon as the desire to see more of Jasef's leg struck me, Jasef
looked down at himself. Then, with a look of confusion on his face, spread
his legs so that I could once again see the inner thigh.
"I, um, was in the kitchen earlier," Jasef began, light boyish
voice tinted slightly with the local accent. "And I heard you tell some
stories through the door. They were great stories."
"If you thought they were good, you should have honored me with
your presence. Most stories don't have the same effect through a door." I
joked.
"Uncle Terin doesn't like me out with the customers. Its 'bad for
business'." I felt sorry for him. I didn't know the full story, but
sounded like Uncle Tarin was a little more concerned with business than the
child he was in care of.
"Can I ask you something?" Jasef asked, leaning slightly forward.
"Of course," I agreed, "Ask anything you want."
"What happened with Reslin the Adventurer? Did he find the sword?"
I laughed, and repeated the tale I had told earlier, this time
shaping the story to have the most impact on my audience young audience.
Jasef seemed to relax, a smile on his lips as I spoke of dragons and
warriors, sorcery and honor.
As the tale unfolded Reslin the Adventurer finally did find his sword, and
he used it against the most evil people in the land. Which each swing of
the of this great weapon Jasef became more and more trapped within the web
I was weaving for him, until the climax where Reslin defeats the biggest
foe of all and saves the land. As the sword was finally cast down, I
touched him very lightly with magic, magnifying the impact of the moment.
It didn't have the effect I had anticipated. Instead, Jasef leaped
from the chair as if he had been scalded. He had been startled, and that
concerned me. Nobody before had ever known I was putting my touch on them,
they just accepted it as their own pleasure in the story.
A fluke, was all it was? Alternatively, a mistake on my part, a
failure to pull the right resources at the right time, like I had done so
many times in the youth. I was certain of it, just as I was certain that
Jasef's earlier display of his crotch had been just a coincidence.
"I didn't know I was that bad," I said, using a joke as damage
control.
Jasef had recovered, although he was most likely confused. "You
were great, wonderful, I've never heard such a good story!"
I accepted the praise with a nod. "I was certainly glad to do it,
young sir. Perhaps I'll tell you another tale before I leave, if you have
time."
I stood; sensing that Uncle Terin would soon discover his employee
missing. Jasef sensed this too, standing and reaching for the door
handle. I really didn't want to see him go.
Suddenly Jasef's arms were wrapped around me in a great hug, cheek
buried in my lower chest.
"Thank you, I loved it." He whispered, and that was it. I listened
to the patter of bare feet as it traversed the hall and descended the
stairs.
I shook my head in wonder, marveling at the encounter I had just
had. I spent a few moments in consideration, then returned to my book. That
boy would be in my dreams tonight, I was sure of it.
The next morning the sun cast a stream of blinding light through my window
and into my eyes. I recalled closing the shutters before I slept; a
sorcerer does not live long forgetting such basic security. So how had they
gotten open?
I bolted out of bed, feet thumping on the cracked wooden floor
before I could get my bearing. This sent me sprawling, and I landed
crumpled on the floor.
There was a snort of laughter from behind. I turned in my position
and snarled. There was a frightened gasp, high pitched, childish. My eyes
adjusted quickly, to discover Jasef standing near the window.
"I'm sorry, master storyteller, I did not mean to wake you." Jasef
said somberly, his laughter gone now that he had seen the anger in my face.
That anger quickly disappeared, replaced with a good-natured
smile. "Its all right, Jasef, you merely caught me by surprise." The boy
had indeed caught me by surprise, but it wasn't his fault. I was the one
jumping out of the bed like a mad man. My ankle had during the fall, and I
sat on the edge of the bed to tend to it while I waited for Jasef to
explain his reason being in my room.
Jasef came closer and looked down at my injured limb. "Did you
break it?" He asked curiously. I cocked an eyebrow and his confidence;
yesterday he had been as frightened as a mouse encountering a new cat.
I moved my foot around. "No, but its sore. Maybe a minor sprain, if
that."
Jasef inched closer. I wondered what he was up to.
"May I see it?" he asked.
Shrugging, I propped my leg on the other, so he might view
it. Jasef approached it from the side and took it into his cool hands. I
was overjoyed at feeling him touch me.
It was at this point I remembered I was wearing bedclothes, that
which consisted of a single piece undergarment covering my pubic region. I
was not modest, but I feared that someone would walk in or that I would
reveal to the boy my desire for him. A hasty look over to the door showed
it to be bolted from the inside, that at least I would not have to worry
about strangers barging in. That brought up a question through.
"Jasef, how did you manage to get into my room?"
"Through the window," he replied. "I play on the porch roof a lot
so I know how to climb up here."
Ahh, so he wasn't a ghost who could walk through walls. Nevertheless, did
he simply wander into customer's rooms? Somehow, I didn't think so. I
wouldn't ask him through, he was almost certainly going to tell me himself
when he felt up to it.
"There, all better." He stated, taking his hands from my foot. I
flexed it experimentally, and gasped. It felt like I had never hurt it!
"I've heard of healers that could do some amazing things, but never
have I seen something like this. How did you learn how to do it?"
Jasef sat down on the floor, look of confusion on his face. He was
wrestling with something, something he wanted to tell me. Sensing an
important moment, I stopped drooling over his bare crossed legs and looked
him in the eye.
"What is it Jasef? Go ahead, you can say anything you want. Is it a
secret? Don't worry, I won't tell anyone..."
There was a look of fear in his eyes, a look of a person who is
just about to take a great risk. "What you did to me last night, during the
story...."
"Yes?" I prompted, sweating. What if he had told the barkeep of his
experience? There was no trial for a man practicing sorcery, just a quick
and efficient hanging.
"Was it magic?" he asked, hesitantly.
I considered for a long time, finally, I'm not certain why, I
nodded. I put myself at great risk doing it, yet I could not lie to this
boy. "Yes, it was magic. But not magic intended to harm you, believe me."
"I know," Jasef said. "I could feel something in you when you were
telling the stories, and last night, when you touched me with that
feeling. It felt so good!
"I can only do little things, like help people when they are hurt.
But not too much or they'll know what I did. But you have so much in you,"
Jasef paused, "Everyone is afraid of me because of what I did when I was
little. But you aren't afraid, are you? Please say you aren't!"
The boy was feverish with excitement, he had been alone with his
magic for so long and now here was someone who knew what he had been
through. It all made sense, he believed he had found a kindred soul. An
adult who had been through the same things he had, who could teach him,
guide him.... Make him feel better about the situation.
Moreover, why shouldn't he? It was the same feeling I had felt when
I first discovered my abilities. I had learned to cope with them on my own,
but who to say that was the right course? I had certainly made enough
mistakes in those early years that could have been avoided with a helping
hand.
Was I willing to stay here and help this child? Basically, give up
my way of living for him? No, it was not that I wouldn't stay, it was I
couldn't. Moreover, neither could he. The fear of the townspeople, I'd seen
it before, it would grow. Until Jasef, one day, made a mistake, and then
he'd hang from the roof of the local church. I couldn't allow that to
happen to child. I couldn't allow it to happen to Jasef!
"You want me to go with you." Jasef stated. I started, how had he
known? I had given no indication of my thoughts. A guess?
"If the people here ever found out...." I said carefully.
"I would die, yes, I know. Don't worry, I'm willing to go. I
already have everything I need, always have ever since my parents...." He
said.
"Your parents?" I said. He merely nodded, not giving up any more
information. I decided that it was his business until he was willing to
share whatever it was he was hiding. It would do not good to push him,
especially now.
"OK, gather up your stuff. I'll meet you on the main road in one
hour. Good?"
Jasef nodded, and just like that, he was gone out the window.
Was it me, or did this whole situation seem orchestrated? I
sighed. I had a feeling I had just bitten off more than I could chew.
I stood at the side of the muddy highway, grass stuck to my boots and worn
leather sack strapped to my shoulder. I was nervous, who wouldn't be? Who's
to say little Jasef didn't get caught? I didn't know if I was more worried
that I'd come back to town and find Jasef irreversibly hanged or I myself
might be subject to a lynching.
The latter didn't bother me much. I had been hanged before, while
it was an unpleasant situation it was one that could one could easily
extract themselves from with patience and experience. Jasef didn't have
that experience, or I suspected the patience.
My fear subsided as I spied his youthful form emerging from a group
of bushes down the road. My eyes spied a well-made pack secured to his
shoulder - obviously; he had made friends with a shopkeeper. I could not
imagine the innkeep purchasing anything that wasn't actually vital to
Jasef's well being.
He passed me in silence, walking quickly. He was anxious to get out
of the immediate area, and so was I. I trailed behind him for a bit,
admiring the long smooth legs, the tightening of his calves as he walked,
till he looked behind in confusion. I remembered the child's odd sixth
sense and hurried to catch up with him.
"How did it go?" I asked.
"What?" Jasef questioned.
"Back there. The great escape."
"Oh, that. Washed some dishes, grabbed my bag. What else is there
to say?"
"Nobody stopped you?"
"No, sir. Why would they? They probably thought I was getting more
dishwater."
I smiled and placed my hand on his shoulder. "You're not a
dishwasher any more. No need to call me sir when we are alone. My name is
Jelm, the storyteller. And Frishim, the woodcrafter. Sometimes Robin, the
healer. However, you call me Michael, as that is the name of my birth. Only
alone through."
"You sure do know a lot of things. Michael, I've never heard that
name. Nobody has ever stayed at the inn called that anyway." He kicked a
loose chip of paving stone across the highway. It sunk in a depression.
I looked behind me, pleased that we were apparently making good our
escape. "It's a very old name, Jasef. It wasn't even that common when I was
a child."
"When you were a child?" Jasef laughed, "That wasn't that long
ago!"
I grinned internally. Jasef was going to have to learn a lot about
magic, and its effects on the normal aging process.
The rest of the day went as expected; we conversed about everything
and nothing in general. By the time we bedded for the night, I knew Jasef a
little better. He was of strong opinion, even if at times he knew little of
the topic he felt so strongly about.
I located a nice spot a bit off the highway already set up for use;
it had been cleared of debris and a place where a fire had been was
evident. Jasef ohhed in surprised as I revealed a thin mattress that was
strangely comfortable. To me it was nothing new nor different, it was a
common item in one of the countries north of here. As Jasef lacked one of
his own, however, I elected to let him have it for the night.
Jasef was thrilled, and immediately set to pretending to go to
sleep on it. We ate some rations, and continued to converse.
"Teach me some magic," Jasef said.
"Umm, not right now. There are some things you must know before you
attempt anything with magic, and to tell the truth it would best be
explained when we get to Beslin."
"Why?" Was the expected reply.
"Because you could hurt yourself if not in the right environment.
One slip and you could end up causing a whiplash in the streams of power
you were using and that wouldn't be very good. People have died that way."
"Streams of power?"
"Again, best explained later. If you knew how to touch them, then
you might be tempted to use them."
"I wouldn't do that," Jasef said, not really believing himself.
"Beslin?" he said, remembering I hadn't told him where we were going.
"I have a house there."
"Oh. That makes sense," he agreed. "Well, if your not going to
teach me magic, would you like to touch me then?"
I froze mid-bite in my jerky. 'Touch you?"
"Yeah, that's what you were wanting to do since yesterday. To touch
me.... Feel my skin or something." Jasef looked at me shyly, "Was I not
supposed say anything about that?"
I looked at him, sprawled out on the mattress, shoes and shirt
off. A black travel blanket lie beside him, but he had yet to unfold it. He
was really enticing lying there, white moonlight reflecting from smooth
shoulders.
Jasef smiled. "See, there you go again. You want to touch me."
"How..." I said intelligently; "You can sense what I'm thinking?"
"No, only a little of what you're feeling. Mostly I can tell when
someone wants something through. That's how I knew you wanted me to come
with you." Jasef said matter-of-factly, smiling proudly.
I hesitated. This sensing of feeling was unusual but not unheard
of, most dealing with magic had some small degree of it, especially when
close to another magic user. That's not what I was concerned about. How
would he react if I touched him? Would he understand what I was doing or
think it was just a game? To poison him to me now would mean risking his
very life; there was slim chance this child would survive much longer
without my guidance.
"Yes, I want to touch you. However, it doesn't matter what I want,
what matters is what you want. Just because I desire to touch you doesn't
mean you have to let me." There. Simple, truthful escape. It didn't work.
Jasef giggled. "That's funny. You don't think you're the first who
wanted to touch me do you? A lot of the customers did, and even Uncle Terin
on occasion, a lot like the way he wanted to feel the pretty women that
smiled at him. I know it's my choice, my father taught me that. I never let
any of them near me, but your different, and I've decided if you want to
touch me, you can. I know you won't hurt me like they will. I've never felt
those feelings from you."
Well, there was simply no arguing that point. I was a firm believer
in letting children decide what to do with their own bodies, and this one
had decided to allow me access. To deny him now would only cause a
misunderstanding. So I rationalized.
With a nod, I crawled over to him, kneeling.
"What do you want me to do?" Jasef asked, his husky twelve-year-old
voice tinged with apprehension.
"You don't have to do a thing. Just lie there and relax. Tell me if
I'm making you uncomfortable, or you've felt I've gone too far and I'll
stop."
He nodded, propping his head up with an arm and watching me, eyes
twinkling in the light of the fire.
"Tell me, have you ever had a massage?" I asked.
"What is it?" He asked.
"It's where someone rubs your muscles. Relaxes them. You have any
sore muscles?"
"My legs kind of hurt from walking, I guess."
"Ah, good, then we'll start there." I got into the appropriate
position.
"Will it hurt?" Slight bit of fear here. He trusted me, but was
unused to what we were about to do.
"Not a bit, child, not a bit." I assured him. "In fact, quite the
opposite."
Another giggle. "You sound like an old man. My grandfather used to
call me 'child' all the time."
I smiled. Deciding to start from the bottom and work my way up, I
had Jasef lie on his back as I took and small warm foot in my hand. Jasef
pulled his elbows out and relaxed, placing hands under his head. It was an
appealing sight, from this vantage point I could see all the spots on a boy
that gave me thrills, with the exception of what was still wrapped up. It
made me wonder how many desires Jasef had picked up in his young years.
I rubbed the foot with skill, the gentle softness of it beneath my
fingers bringing endless joy. Jasef flexed his toes as I worked, I was glad
to see I was having an effect there.
"That's does feel good. Never thought you could do that sort of
thing." He spoke up, after a few minutes.
"Oh yes, there are actually books on how to do it. Some people have
made a life and quite a bit of gold on massages." I informed him.
"The way you feel when you do it to me, do you feel the same when
do a massage to other people?"
I shook my head, "No, only when I do it to boys I guess. Your age,
a little younger and older."
"Why only kids my age?" There was no fear or anger, only curiosity.
I shrugged, moving forward to brush over his calves, just above the
skin. This tickled the nerves there, causing Jasef to squirm in
laughter. "I'm not really sure why I am more happy when I massage boys then
say, a thirty-year-old women."
"But it has something to do with sex." He stated.
I looked in his eyes for a moment. Again, there was only curiosity
there and perhaps even some playfulness. "Yes, your right it does."
He was apparently satisfied with the answers given, because he
closed his eyes and lay back, ending the conversation. "Why'd you stop?
That felt good."
I was rubbing his legs while he lay his back and I had run out of
respectable room. Any closer and I would surely impinge too close to my
real objective, which lies under the loose shorts he was wearing.
Netherless I plunged ahead, Jasef's lack of embarrassment encouraging me to
continue.
With fingers deftly moving over the young skin, I traced a path
around each of the legs of the shorts, digging deeper and deeper with each
rub. I looked up momentarily and saw no more reaction from Jasef then when
his foot had undergone the same treatment. Netherless I had no reason to
put my hands under the shorts and touch the soft penis underneath.
Therefore, I tried a different tack. Circling the taunt belly of
the boy, I massaged my way downward, until I was at the very lip of the
shorts he wore. Carefully, pretending to require more room in order to
work, I felt warm skin underneath my fingers as I loosened the strap
holding the shorts on. The garment fell away with satisfaction, until it
was at such point that it made sense to pull it from around the waist and
off his legs. Jasef made no protest as I did this; he was in this all the
way. However, judging from the only slightly erect manner of his penis, I
judged his sexual pleasure was minimal.
It was an impressive sight to view the gentle slope of the penis
mounted on an almost featureless plane between the legs. The dick itself
stuck out and looked soft, pliable, with the uncut skin covering the bulb
of the head. I bent over this and continued my massage, my face close
enough to smell the sweet musky scent of immature penis.
I was on my knees and had one leg to each side of his as I worked,
meaning that his naked form was completely under me. Having already touched
the pubic region as much as I dared, I took long stokes of my hands down
the small chest. This method produced heat, which was good for muscle
relaxation, and it also provided the maximum amount of smooth young skin in
my hands at one time. I pushed a little firmer with my hands and took
pleasure as Jasef's back arched slightly and each rib could felt in my
grasp.
I gave up on the massage at that point, and simply run my hands up
the sides of Jasef's chest and into his armpits. It really surprised me
that I could feel nothing in the armpits, not a single hair. It was smooth
and clean, having a few more years yet before any hair would decide to grow
there.
I rubbed the rest of the arms where they were, propped behind
Jasef's head. Jasef looked me in the eyes as I did it; he could not really
see what I was doing without blocking my movements. I looked back at him,
the hazel eyes still sparking with innocence and youth. His face described
a perfection, the very curves of his chin sweet and untouched, the cheeks
bearing no sign of time or wear. His lips, they were hard to describe
because without thinking, without self control I was forming them around my
own, his warm breath loose in my throat.
"Mmm!" Jasef sputtered, pulling his lips off mine and moving
backwards. I jumped up, what had I been doing? I had to right to simply
kiss him like that!
"Oh Jasef, I'm sorry, really I am," I apologized.
Jasef ran one bare arm over his mouth and stared at me. He had his
legs curled slightly under him and was leaning backward with an arm to prop
him up. His shorts lie right behind the deliciously curved butt, one dark
brown leg touching. His penis was visible; he wasn't attempting to hide it.
"I'm sorry," I repeated. "I couldn't control myself, and I
frightened you. Let's get those pants back on you, I promise I wont do
anything like that again."
"...the desire...it was so strong just before you kissed me," Jasef
said, voice wavering, "Stronger then I've ever felt before. It stunned me."
Jasef brushed aside a strand of hair that fell into his eyes, "I don't like
kisses, it feels sick. But touching is OK. That desire you feel, I like
it."
Jasef curled his frail naked body into my arms, leaning against my
chest, body between my legs. I stroked his back and kissed his hair, thank
full to have such and understanding boy as a companion.
The next morning I awoke to find Jasef lying against me, using one of my
arms as a pillow as the other draped across his waist and....yes, my hand
was definitely between his legs, I could feel the bag of the boy's penis.
Pleased, I awoke the sleeping boy by running my hand from where it
lay up his stomach and to the tender lips. Jasef moved around a bit and
finally opened his eyes to the world.
"Wake up, junior sorcerer. Us magicians have a long day of walking
ahead of us." I prompted. There was a satisfactory groan in return. I
kissed the bare neck once and stood, hauling the naked ragdoll form up with
me. Jasef got his footing but just stood there, light shining through the
trees and casting shadows on his body. He wasn't a morning person, I
gathered.
I myself had always had the most energy first thing in the morning.
So, clasping a hand on one skinny shoulder, I cheerfully reached down and
grabbed his shorts, lifted one leg after another to get him in them. It was
a bit of trouble getting the strap back on through, Jasef kept trying to
slouch down and do back to sleep.
Whistling, I located shirt and shoes and handed to him, grinning as
he started at me as if I was mad.
"It too early," he complained.
"Nonsense! When in the forest you always wake up early! Hear the
birds chirping, the smell of the morning dew.... It's invigorating, isn't
it?"
"No."
"OK, then, how's this. The earlier we start the more cool morning
weather we'll enjoy. You don't like the sun beating down on you do you?"
Jasef reluctantly pulled on his shirt and shoes. By the time I had
breakfast prepared, he was wide-awake and ready for the day. In between
mouthful's he suddenly spoke up, now sounding halfway human again.
"It wasn't as bad as I thought," he admitted, a crumb of biscuit
falling from his hand.
"Excuse me?" I asked, playing innocent in case he wasn't talking
about what I though he was.
"Last night. I thought it would be much more, that I would get
really sick with someone touching my body like that. I did at first, but
then I got used to it, and by the time you pulled off my shorts it actually
felt OK." He dipped the biscuit in the gravy I had prepared.
"I'm really glad to hear that. And I'm sorry.... about what I did."
"No big deal, you just scared me more than anything. I suppose if
you kissed me a few more times I'd get used to it. Just, warn me next time
OK?"
There was going to be a next time! I smiled and nodded. I couldn't
wait till that next time came around.
We packed up and were in the road long before the sun rose above
the trees, Jasef hauling his pack and I hauling mine. I taught him a tune I
had picked up in Mirin, he told me a story he had heard about a chicken and
a frog. It was terrible story and Jasef couldn't seem to get it right, but
I laughed netherless when he announced the punch line. He was a sweet kid,
and more than that, he was someone I could love.
If he survived these first few dangerous years, I would look
forward to his company for the centuries to come.
Chapter 2: Hard Lessons
I munched on a piece of bread and watched Jasef attempt to untangle a set
of force streams I had placed over the doorway. He wouldn't be able to eat
breakfast until he had solved it, as the food was on the other side of the
disorganized mess.
"This bread is mighty good." I noted, holding it up. Jasef sighed
and I chuckled sadistically.
Jasef threw up his hands in frustration as one of the mainlines
he'd spent the last five minutes breaking turned out to be nothing more
than a support.
"How long is this going to take me?! I'm hungry, Michael!" He
whined.
I glanced at the doorway sideways and pretended to consider. "Well,
judging by what you have so far it shouldn't be to long."
"Really?" He said hopefully.
"Oh yes, I'd say you have just a few more days left. Not much time
at all." I nearly fell of my chair in laughter. Jasef gave me a look that
would have curdled milk.
Jasef positioned himself in the hallway, facing the open door. He
spread his socked feet and raised his arms, placing his hands palm up
against the invisible barrier. His face screwed up as he concentrated on
the web blocking his passage.
Blue wisps of magic emanated from his palms, seeking weak points to
exploit. I shook my head and went back to eating.
"Careful now, watch what you're doing." I said casually.
"What?" he asked.
Crack! Jasef fell backwards as he triggered a trap-line. I
pretended not to notice, dipping my bread into some nice soft butter and
making pleasure sounds.
"Damn this thing!" Jasef exclaimed. He dropped cross-legged on the
hallway floor and stared at his arch-nemesis. Which is to say me.
"Please help me get through this, Michael." He said, changing tacks
and assaulting me with an innocent look.
"Oh no, that's not going to work. I'm not the one who isn't
practicing." I said defensively, breaking to the will of those hazel green
eyes.
"Oh, c'mon." Jasef said, extending one smooth, long leg towards me,
perfectly complimented with a gray sock.
"You're not going to make me help you that way!" I said, staring at
that lucious appendage. Jasef turned his other leg over and I was awarded a
view of the bulb of penis he had hidden under his shorts. I started to
drool.
"THANK-you!" Jasef exclaimed, standing. I looked up in
surprise. What?
Jasef smoothly walked right through the now untangled doorway, and
I had realized what had happened. While I had been distracted by his little
act, he had disconnected me from the stream of power I had created to the
doorway. Without its flow of magic, my barricade had faded away.
I grumbled and chewed on my bread; secretly pleased that Jasef had
used his everything he had to gain the upper hand. I just hadn't expected
it from the kid; he just seemed too young to think so deceptively. Of
course, in the three months since we had fled from the inn where he had
lived, Jasef had been consistent in surprising me over and over. He was a
natural at magic, picking up one concept after another without pause,
seeming to laugh at the time those same concepts had taken me.
Jasef was busy in the task of lathering jelly on his bread, the
cherry preserves dripping of the edges. I had been a harsh teacher ever
since we had arrived at my home in Beslin, but I had never heard a
complaint about the quality of my lodgings or my food.
I was determined Jasef would not have to go through the period most
magic-users went through when they first discovered what they were, that
time when they were running from everywhere and everyone. Scared, ashamed,
and without neither money nor food. Unlike myself, Jasef would have a
teacher and more importantly a friend to help through this difficult time.
I looked Jasef over, considering. He was still very young,
physically and mentally. As expected from a child twelve years of age.
However, his gifts in regards to magic were pretty advanced, suited to what
I had accomplished during the middle of my first century. The fact that he
had separated me from my power stream with the door, which was something I
should have considered a little more. He had done it while at least
partially distracted himself, cut the line of a master in the art. This
line itself had been weak; I had not expected an attack from that angle and
hadn't prepared any suitable defenses. But had it been stronger, had been
it been prepared by a real enemy, Jasef's little sneakiness would of killed
him.
He was a fledgling, growing stronger with amazing speed.
Nevertheless, I realized with a start, he had become cocky. How many had
died because they thought they were the best thing since the invention of
the sword?
It was time. Everyone had to go through this once or twice, better
it be I then some heartless magician seeking a name among his own.
"You finished eating yet, Jasef?" I asked, betraying no hint of
what I was thinking.
Jasef sensed something was up, of course. He just didn't know what.
"I guess I am," he said, pushing away his plate. "Are you angry with me?"
he asked timidly.
"No," I said truthfully. Quite the opposite in fact, Jasef was more
than I could ever hope for. "But its time for the next stage, the next
lesson. Are you ready?"
Jasef nodded uncertainly. I stood and looked at him, mastering my
emotions till I was pure hatred inside. He felt this and moved from his
chair, frightened and confused.
"You know I would never hurt you, right?" I said, anger still
burning a path inside me.
Jasef nodded, not knowing why I was so angry, but also knowing my
words as truth.
"Then know this is for your own good. If you don't defend yourself
with everything you have and more, I will kill you. I will burn you from
inside out, rip your very soul from your bones. Do you understand?"
Jasef eyes went wide, and he turned to run. I didn't give him a
chance. Praying to the gods he would forgive me when this was over, I
attacked.
Dark wisps rose from the floor like demons and swirled around the
sweet twelve-year-old boy, catching him in its grasp and holding him. Jasef
screamed as the cold tendrils of my streams slid along his skin.
"Free yourself!" I demanded. I strode towards him, pangs of guilt
in my heart but knowing I was doing what was best. "You are a pathetic
excuse for a boy, you haven't learned anything since you've been here."
"Why?" He pleaded, crying.
"Don't ask me why. I don't want to teach you anymore. You're
worthless, you have so little power."
I tightened the grasps of my stream, choking him. I pulled him to
the floor, careful to administer just enough pressure to cause very little
pain, just a lot of fear.
"Damn you!" Jasef screamed betrayal in his voice. Come on, Jasef,
fight back, I prayed.
He did, lashing out with everything he had. At first, it stunned
me; I had not realized how much power the kid could summon when trapped.
However, I kept my grip on him, and his attempts got weaker and father
apart. Then they stopped altogether.
"Please," he said, no strength left in his voice. It tore at my
heart.
"Your enemy will show no mercy to you. He won't just trap you;
he'll kill you, faster than you have to defend yourself. Understand?"
"Yes," came the reply, distant. Relieved this lesson was over, I
let him go. Jasef curled up on the floor shaking.
I knelt beside him, placed, and hand on his soft shoulder, covered
with sweat. He flinched, and I pulled it away.
"Jasef," I said soothingly. "You stopped practicing, because you
thought you were strong enough. You thought you could beat a sorcerer with
many years' experience, or at least I would save you if someone came along
that wanted to hurt you. Wrong on both counts - in the big bad world you
are nothing, and almost everyone you meet is going to want to destroy you,
simply because of what you are. I can't stop all of them, so you're going
to have to learn to do that yourself."
Hesitantly I put my hand on his shoulder again. This time he let
me. I felt a surge of joy in my heart.
"I've been teaching you how to grab to perform magic. Well, today
I've taught you WHY. I can't bear to ever teach that lesson again, so your
going to have to just live with what you've been given today."
Jasef looked up at me, tears in his eyes. Then, wordlessly, he
buried him face into my chest. I lie down with him, and stroked his hair
while he spoke brokenly about how hard he was going to try from then on,
because he didn't want to die.
Eventually he fell asleep in my arms.
Chapter 3: Another First
Jasef was a changed boy after that day, seriousness displayed whenever he
handled magic. I was careful that he didn't lose his sense of childish
play, however, and set follow-up challenges as practical jokes to cultivate
this, and to keep him quick on his feet. There was another reason for this,
that being that I was hard pressed not to play a joke on someone every once
in a while, and the boy was just such an easy target.
My humor led me to his bedroom one early morning, wicked grin on my
face and several streams of magic plucked from the air. Jasef lay on the
bed asleep, feet tucked up and head buried deep in the pillow. His hair was
splayed haphazardly across his face, and the sheets were thrown to the
sides in the hot humid weather.
Jasef was only wearing underwear in his repose, as he had stopped
being modest around me considering what we had done together sexually. This
left him virtually naked on the bed, and I was free to admire the young
sleek boyish body as his chest rose in fell in slumber, illuminated in the
morning light. I longed to crawl into bed with him, but he had not given me
permission yet to take such liberties. We were only slightly beyond
touching each other, although he had sucked me once and I had sucked him on
numerous occasions.
I shook my head to clear my thoughts. I was here to play a joke
after all! Setting myself on the corner of the bed I positioned my streams
and spread one around myself. Casting my image on the pattern nearest me, I
reflected it to the others till there were eight copies of myself standing
in various positions around the bed.
"Gah gah gah gah gah gah," My copies said, imitating me. Jasef's
eyes flicked open and were instantly saucers as he jerked his head from one
copy of me to another. Then he laughed as he realized what I had done.
"You're funny," he announced, mouth open in joy. I let him collapse
my copies till he found the real me, and took a bow.
"Master Jasef, breakfast is ready. Would you care to join me?"
"Most certainly, Master Michael," He said in his most educated
voice, shaking his head and grinning. He yawned, cast his arms up into the
air. His mouth opened in the yawn and I could not but help but imagine the
sweet red lips formed around the head of my dick. Better yet, with the
youthful body stretched there before me, my imagination leaped to pressing
my dick into that frail body of his.
I turned to leave before Jasef could sense this longing in me, but
it was too late.
"Michael, wait." He called to me. I turned back.
"You know," Jasef said, "I feel like touching too. Can breakfast
wait?"
I looked down and noted the bulge evident in his underwear. Had he
been dreaming about me?
"Its bread and cheese. Cheese is in the icebox, so it can wait."
Jasef moved to give me room on the bed. I pulled off my clothing
and sat on the bed, gazing at Jasef's twelve-year-old form. Jasef propped a
pillow under his head and stretched out. I knew what he wanted me to do -
suck him. The kid had become a great fan of getting his dick sucked ever
since I had wandered there on one of my 'massages'.
However, I wasn't going to let this session turn to just a suck
session for him like the other ones. I needed to tempt him a little, see
if he would suck my won dick as well. So, deviating from my normal course,
I took his arm and pulled him sideways on the bed. Then I came from above,
knees flush around his shoulders. I leaned down and sucked him, taking the
slippery immature penis into my mouth.
My dick now hung above his face, and I waited to see what he would
do with it, fondling his own penis as incentive.
Nothing was happening, I thought regretfully. Oh well, I could be
content with what I had, I guess. I took the tip of his dick into my mouth,
pushing away the uncut foreskin. The hardened stick of flesh felt good in
my hand, warm and small.
Jasef's legs went up around my head. I cupped my hands around the
smooth buttocks and sucked, content.
It was at the moment I had forgotten about it that it happened.
Jasef's soft hands wandered around my dick, wandering up to the base where
he took my member into his hands and pulled it gently down till it was as
straight as it would go. He yanked on it, urging me to spread my legs apart
further. I did so, and I felt his moist lips caress the very head of my
dick.
He couldn't seem to get the hang of sucking me in this position
through; he was hurting me trying. I was forced to dismount, and Jasef
seemed happy about this.
"Lie down, I want to be on top of you." He said.
Curious as to what he had in mind, I lay down on my back. Jasef
crawled over me, all the way up till his small dick was in front of my
face. He inserted it into my mouth, and began to fuck me that way. I was
surprised. I had never taught him or even told him about this; it was his
own invention. It was a great one too, the feel of his cock sliding between
my lips and tongue. I liked watching his stomach ram against my face as he
grew in excitement.
Suddenly I felt something. Had he pissed in me? No, it was cum! My
little Jasef had just had his first cum! Obviously Jasef had never felt
anything like it; he pressed his dick into my mouth hard and produced a
moan.
Sated he rolled off me, and I took his dick in my hand and rubbed
it, getting a drop more of clear cum. I licked this off for him.
I looked up at him and smiled; grateful that I was there to help
him have his first orgasm.
Jasef nodded. "OK, you can now.... If you want."
"I'm sorry," I said. "If you want, you can put your dick in my
ass. Just be very careful. I know its going to hurt."
Was this the result of the orgasm? Truthfully, I didn't care.
"OK, if you're sure. But I'm going to need to get something." I
said. Jasef nodded.
I returned seconds later with the fat I used as grease for various
things, such as the cart. It was a gloopy mixture and I felt it would serve
it purpose well.
"What's that for?" asked Jasef, tremor of uncertainty showing.
"Its so it doesn't hurt very bad. It'll help, I assure you."
"OK."
"I'm going to need you to turn around now, Jasef." I said gently.
Jasef looked at me once, then again with those sweet innocent eyes before
finally rolling onto his stomach. I pulled him up so that he was on his
knees on the bed, head and arms down. This opened up his puckered hole to
me.
I took a big helping of the goo from the metal can it was in and
put it on my own dick, rubbing it in so was nice and even. Then I took
another helping and dropped it on his ass.
"That's cold." Jasef remarked, jerking forward.
"Sorry about that."
With two fingers I rubbed the glop around the anal region, making
sure to cover it nice and smoothly. Then, using only one finger, I pressed
in gently.
"Umph." Said Jasef.
"Relax the muscles back here. Don't try to block it. I know it
feels weird, but you'll get used to it quickly."
"OK."
I pressed on finger till I get it all the way in, then two, adding
more and more of the fat. By the time I was done, Jasef had gotten quite
used to what I was doing, and lie there with an almost bored look on his
face.
I decided it was time. Covering myself again, I pulled Jasef to the
edge of the bed.
"Are you ready?" I asked.
"I guess I am, but go slow, OK?" Jasef said, looking frightened.
"You have nothing to worry about. If it hurts too bad, I'll stop,
OK?"
"You promise you'll stop?"
"Yes."
Jasef nodded and clenched his jaw, waiting for it. I placed my dick
at the rim of his hole and gently pressed, breaking the surface. Then
gently, I slid in further, adding goo to the mix as needed.
"Big. Real big." Jasef complained.
"Why thank you." I grinned.
"Shut up and just do it." Jasef said, giggling despite the pain.
I held on to Jasef's chest and pushed, my dick sinking into his
untouched body. The lips of his ass formed a tight seal around my dick; I
feel the walls all the way down. Then, finally, I could go no further. I
was impressed, I did not think this small child could hold all of what I
had.
I felt around the twelve-year olds lower stomach, checking to make
sure I could not feel my own dick lying in there.
"How do you feel?" I asked, concerned.
"It hurts. But its OK, I can take it."
"You're a good kid, you know that Jasef?"
"Sure, you say that NOW, when you have your dick in me."
I laughed. He was OK, no more worse for wear then expected. I
slipped myself out partially and let him have it, slow and easy. There was
a moan.
Now that I had started it, I was free to go. I increased the pace
gradually, till I was almost slamming myself into him. Jasef rocked
forward, breathing sharply.
The moment of release came, cum came pouring into Jasef adding to
the lubrication already there. I let out a long satisfied groan while
pulling myself out. The cum squirted on Jasef back, and several drops hit
his neck and hair.
'Oh, sorry," I said.
"That's sick," Jasef breathed, rolling over and trying to get it
off on his sheets. I leaned down pulled Jasef to me, taking the sheet and
wiping off the cum from his ass and back. I kissed his neck passionately,
outlining his jaw and finally his lips.
"You were great," I complimented him.
"Thanks. It didn't hurt bad when you got going, just a little."
"Well, you were very brave to put up with it. I thank you, a lot."
I laid Jasef back on the bed. He looked at me; half smile on his
face as I wiped the gloop from my dick and put my pants on. He lie there
exactly the way I had put him, I guess to tired to move.
"That was a lot better then the dream I was having." He said.
"Oh?"
"Yeah. I only got sucked in it. Here I got sucked and fucked both!"
"So you want to do it again sometime?"
Jasef cocked his head. "Your always horny, aren't you? Let's eat
breakfast."
"Better take a bath first," I commented. Jasef laughed.
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